<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653</id><updated>2012-02-14T17:11:13.201+08:00</updated><category term='Food Times'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Running Log'/><category term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>K Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-8161749838875938628</id><published>2009-12-05T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:38:13.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Log'/><title type='text'>Running Log 051209</title><content type='html'>Height: 183cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 85kg&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10:50pm&lt;br /&gt;Distance Covered: approx. 2.29km&lt;br /&gt;Timing: 18:46 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Today is the test run for my new Brooks Dyad 3. Shoes cushioning is the highest I had worn thus far. Able to maintain fast pace within designated distance with forward thrusting movement created by the decline sloping cushion in the shoes. In overall, I have good impression with the specifications of the shoes. I will be testing out the shoes more in the coming runs. Only attempted to run in a shorter distance than normal due to the foreseeable tough week ahead. Want to rest my legs before the 5km route journey on Monday. Will only resume my routine runs on the week after next due to commitments. Having slight pain sensation on the left glute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-8161749838875938628?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8161749838875938628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-log-051209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/8161749838875938628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/8161749838875938628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-log-051209.html' title='Running Log 051209'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-227992823125252175</id><published>2009-12-03T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:32:07.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Log'/><title type='text'>Running Log 021209</title><content type='html'>Height: 183cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 85kg&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Distance Covered: approx. 3.26km&lt;br /&gt;Timing: 25:18 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Stomach not feeling well during the run thus I had ran in a slower pace than normal time. Was on the point of giving up the run due to about-to-rain signs but decided to persist on. Had a great sweat-out after the run. First time for so long that I literally "wet my pants". One more thing, I just ordered a new brooks shoes for flat-footers, "free". I can't wait for it to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-227992823125252175?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/227992823125252175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-log-021209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/227992823125252175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/227992823125252175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-log-021209.html' title='Running Log 021209'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-3297051114576513657</id><published>2009-11-30T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:46:02.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Log'/><title type='text'>Running Log 301109</title><content type='html'>Height: 183cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 83kg&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Distance Covered: approx. 2.95km&lt;br /&gt;Timing: 22:26 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Cool evening. Only rest during crossing road junctions, no brief walk rest interval. Feeling slight short of breath. Can be faster a little bit next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-3297051114576513657?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3297051114576513657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-log-301109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/3297051114576513657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/3297051114576513657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-log-301109.html' title='Running Log 301109'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-7895856250881116870</id><published>2009-11-28T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:21:24.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running Log'/><title type='text'>Running Log 281109</title><content type='html'>Height: 183cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 83kg&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10pm&lt;br /&gt;Distance Covered: approx. 2.9km inclusive of 1 x 50m brisk walk interval.&lt;br /&gt;Timing: approx. 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: Cooling evening with light wind blowing against the running direction. I felt slight painful sensation at my right lung and stiffness on my right shoulder. May be due to over-controlling movement of the shoulder during run. Feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-7895856250881116870?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7895856250881116870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-log-281109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7895856250881116870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7895856250881116870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-log-281109.html' title='Running Log 281109'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-7559813727431396832</id><published>2009-10-17T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:07:36.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Always like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;small talk:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is it. The feeling is coming back again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I am suffering from severe korean drama withdrawal syndrome. Just finished watching 56 episodes of East of Eden drama. Lee Yeon Hee, thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I really wondered. Why do some people have the capability to acquaint so much friends in their life? And how do they consider others as friends in the first place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It sets me thinking. Really hard nowadays. There's an irking trait within myself. That is if I don't like something and I will distance myself away from me miles away. May it be an object, people or event. Lately, I had felt a little pressured by some peoples' actions. These words and claims from them just simply irk me at times. Thorns beneath the words, the compelling pressure to adhere their norms, the lifestyles, the talking topics and the values. Kind of disappointing. Not because they are not a good company, but it just that I don't feel "fitting" within the circle. And regretfully, I had made an empty promise that I don't feel right in the first place lately. For so many times, I had acted in some ways just not be a spoilsport in the group and disregard their goodwill to enjoy together. Nonetheless, sometimes, I just don't like to go. Maybe that's one of the irking traits of mine; If I don't like to do something, I will say no straightaway. Suddenly, I am missing great buddies like Bryan, Paul and the gang from poly days.  Always like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Stnhi1JXByI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0_KKMQ38I9Y/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393590017251018530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Stnhi1JXByI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0_KKMQ38I9Y/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-7559813727431396832?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7559813727431396832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/always-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7559813727431396832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7559813727431396832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/always-like-this.html' title='Always like this.'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Stnhi1JXByI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0_KKMQ38I9Y/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-192929139945273847</id><published>2009-10-11T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:06:19.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>This is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is me. A guy who struggles to catch some breathes after being be tied down with needless burdens on his shoulders and worthless worries in his head in one moment. And, all these being resolved with his sudden glimpses of enlightenment and ruthless decisiveness in the next. This is me. I feel better now. Sometimes, you just have to sacrifice in order achieve the inner peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/StDLGAwU4kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2ED47W2icmo/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391032058104832578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/StDLGAwU4kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2ED47W2icmo/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-192929139945273847?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/192929139945273847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/192929139945273847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/192929139945273847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-me.html' title='This is me'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/StDLGAwU4kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2ED47W2icmo/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-4224329351460521184</id><published>2009-10-01T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:39:40.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Refreshed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had spent a exciting and eventful fishing trip in the sea over the last weekend. First time in my fishing career, I had fought with all my might and being punished by these fishes. For the second time, I accompanyed YK and YL to 30 metres spots over at the western region of Singapore coast. As I had went there once with the rest and the catches weren't that great back then, thus I was rather prudent and less hopeful for any unexpected catches over at the region. Nonetheless, I was proven wrong. Utterly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started off with the "two moles" spot that we fished during my first trip with them. Things weren't started off in my favor. YL and YK caught the first few catches of the trip, couping 2 red snappers onboard which I am remained at zero catch. Previously, we had also set a wager to see who got the biggest catch for this trip with loser treating the lunch. And at that point of time, I am at a disadvantage position whereby it seems that I will be the one treating them lunch. Actions were rather limited over the evening with few biting actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as unpredictable as the sea, things started to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange and strong gust of wind blew towards our direction. It was filled with piercing coldness feeling. Thunderstorm is coming towards us. With no delay, we gradually move on to an inner region of the sea to seek for shelter as the waves and currents at that spot may not allow us to fish with ease anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved on to another spot which YK dubbed it as a surprise spot whereby even though  there are no prominent features for the fishes to dwell in literally, but it is a spot where YK got his record prized catch of 13.8kg grouper. In conventional routine, we begin to hook on our baits, and prepare to cast around the boat. As what fishing tend to be, we had waited by killing our time with those relaxing chats and constant bait checking for every 15 minutes. Not long, YK got his second catch of the trip,landing a medium size "ah seng" (Hokkien fish name. I don't know what's the english name for that fish). Still, I was remained as the fighter with zero catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the delayed gratification started to come in. Just when I was re-baiting for my silver rod, I heard YL shouting. "Rod Bent liao!!! Rod Bent liao!!!" I will never forget the scene that I saw next. My green rod was practically bending in a stunning fashion. As YL set the hook for me, I went on to fight this monstrous fish as it made my rod bend like nobody business with my reel line screeching like a hysterial lady in the middle of the night. Superb feeling, for the first time, I am "really" using my arm strength to fight a fish. This is one mean fish which chosen not to submit to my strength, pulling my line in numerous occasions. That screeching sound from my reel is just phenomenal. With this kind of action, most of the time, it would be a stingray which is renowned for staging such a fight. Within minutes, we can see the fish surfacing from the deep abyss of dark water. To our surprise, it's a monstrous grouper. For the first time of my life, I am this close to a fish which is so big! We netted the fish up and weighed it at once. 15.6kg! Giving hi-five to everyone, I was overwhelmed by such a great sense of achievement that I had never felt for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, as the new light dawned upon our boat, I had experienced one of the most luckiest streak I ever been by having numerous bending actions on my green rod and being the only rod with so much actions as the rest remained quiet. However, I had paid my price for being too "lucky". This time, the rod bends again in the same degree like the previous night, I striked, and fight the fish. It wasn't as easy as the previous grouper that I fought. The rod bent to max tension and the line was  being pulled away to an extent like an one way ticket. I was struggling to keep the tension of the light while making sure that the fish will not reach the bottom of the sea as It may cut off the line with the help of the corals beneath. 10 minutes, I was literally punished for 10 minutes. However, I had won the fight. Barely. But things doesn't always end with good endings. Just as the fish ( &gt; 10kg stingray ) surfaced up, the hook went on to entangled my other rod's line which unfortunately, un-set the hook of the stingray and the stingray escaped. Everyone was disappointed. I should have set the hook deeper and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, in overall, I had managed to catch a 2kg stingray, a 100 - 200g grouper and lastly, a record-breaking 15.6kg grouper which I will remember for my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing out in the sea has never fail me once before. That's why I am so into fishing. So much actions and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my catches. See that grouper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SsTbJK4A4jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ECoKanko7iE/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387672004826554930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SsTbJK4A4jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ECoKanko7iE/s400/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-4224329351460521184?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4224329351460521184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/refreshed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/4224329351460521184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/4224329351460521184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed!'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SsTbJK4A4jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ECoKanko7iE/s72-c/IMG_0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-7895287752534987153</id><published>2009-09-19T02:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:53:14.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Thankful for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Just do what you deem is right", this is a phrase that was given by Nicholas when he was busy cutting my hair. I was confiding to him over some fustrating issues that happened for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right. I shouldn't have bothered over these issues at all. I've still got alot to learn. He was just right about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tough part of the semester has finally ended. Total, I had submitted 5 reports inclusive of 3 individual essays and 2 group reports. The process of doing these reports and essays had been creating hell out of me. I had suffered but yet at the same time, I had learnt alot as well. So much that I have to thank everyone for whatever they have shown me along the way, may it be in good or bad examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am happy about how everything has assumed back to its original place. I am regaining the control of my lifestyle back again. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cut my fringe away during my long belated haircut today. Feeling totally refreshed and glad that I had made the right choice to cut it off once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SrPYgIY6ttI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4x9kBFo4ngM/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382884026157283026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SrPYgIY6ttI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4x9kBFo4ngM/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-7895287752534987153?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7895287752534987153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7895287752534987153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7895287752534987153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful-for-everything.html' title='Thankful for Everything'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SrPYgIY6ttI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4x9kBFo4ngM/s72-c/DSC00827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-2858781420410500054</id><published>2009-09-04T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:15:11.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Rotting Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a little while since I last stepped here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I had predicted long ago, it's not going to be easy for this school semester. Well, I am spot on. First time that I felt that I couldn't manage my time well at all since poly days. Everything is not going according to plan. I have stopped my running sessions with the Track n' Field. At the same time, I had decided to push back all my driving lessons to this coming vacation. I can't juggle as well as some people out there. Perhaps, I am those sort who need to concentrate one thing at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Things aren't going as well. Some things around me are deteriorating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nonetheless, I will pull it through. See these as challenges and opportunities to learn well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;See you soon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377306081894532050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SqAHZCvfA9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/-heRc9_NOeM/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-2858781420410500054?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2858781420410500054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/rotting-log.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/2858781420410500054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/2858781420410500054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/rotting-log.html' title='Rotting Log'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SqAHZCvfA9I/AAAAAAAAAXw/-heRc9_NOeM/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-1093150894725369408</id><published>2009-08-22T00:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:50:30.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>付出与牺牲</title><content type='html'>最近开始忙得不可开交。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接二连三的大学报告与课业，就像厉鬼一样不分昼夜拼命地纠缠着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天啊！救救我吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始察觉自己没想象中厉害，迈向文武双全的道路，没想象中好走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间不断地流失，渐渐忘了当初的热诚与信念。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;迷失自己了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;屁啦。要打起劲来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑海不停的出现这几句话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;生命中一切的快乐与成功，取决于相对的付出与牺牲。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，我也应该重新调整自己的生活步伐吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该是时候做出一些抉择了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想想看，要如何的付出，也应该牺牲些什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实心里早有了谱，只是有点不甘心和没自信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加把劲！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/So7PLTIiOTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HOREbKp5zPw/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372459198521162034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/So7PLTIiOTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HOREbKp5zPw/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-1093150894725369408?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1093150894725369408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1093150894725369408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1093150894725369408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_22.html' title='付出与牺牲'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/So7PLTIiOTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HOREbKp5zPw/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-8272879227838966186</id><published>2009-08-06T01:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:10:41.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Coward and the Victor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Win like a coward, and lose like a victor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, as we thrive on our past laurel, what we certainly missing out are just more opportunities to success. Thus, we must win like a coward; keep our bubbling pride to the minimal and strive for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when we are facing failures, we do feel down and devastated. Nonetheless, we must lose like a victor; mourn for few moments, and eventually move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of life. Full of little success but lots of failure.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Prudence and Resilience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SnnKK-1hQRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bPUB6EA2H7c/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366542721003634962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SnnKK-1hQRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bPUB6EA2H7c/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-8272879227838966186?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8272879227838966186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-714335095400368339</id><published>2009-08-05T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:39:54.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>答应不爱你</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;答应不爱你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;郑中基 曲：金大洲 词：孙艺&lt;br /&gt;明明爱很清晰 却又接受分离&lt;br /&gt;我只剩思念的权利&lt;br /&gt;难过还来不及 爱早已融入呼吸&lt;br /&gt;不存在的存在心底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然很努力 练习着忘记&lt;br /&gt;我的心却还没答应可以放弃了你&lt;br /&gt;真的对不起 答应了你不再爱你&lt;br /&gt;我却还没答应我自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明明爱很清晰 却又接受分离&lt;br /&gt;我只剩思念的权利&lt;br /&gt;难过还来不及 就让爱融入空气&lt;br /&gt;不存在的存在心底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说好要忘记 偏偏又想起&lt;br /&gt;原来我的心还没有答应放弃了你&lt;br /&gt;真的对不起 虽然曾经答应了你&lt;br /&gt;我却还没答应我自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;却又如何真的不爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/714335095400368339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/714335095400368339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='答应不爱你'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-1997160701185295414</id><published>2009-08-03T01:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:24:32.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Drop *Dead*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To sum up everything that had happened last week, it would be described with one word, "Dull". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Totally down with no highlights for the week. It was literally spent with no spice coupled with several moments of downtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I was hit by my own incompetence for not able to grab the best deal for my new fishing setup, having to spend 330 bucks on a set of reel and rod. And yet to be mentioned that, i might bought the wrong rod in an act of impulse. I should have kept my cool back then. Not a shrewd buyer by nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, as soon as I thought my fitness had went up to a notch, it had proven otherwise in my track and field training later last week. I ran the slowest in the 30m short race, and the only struggling to get through the static exercises at the end of the training. Certainly, I was pulling the remaining mates' hind legs. I did really suspected that working out in consecutive 4 days per week might not be a wise act afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I am now hitting onto a counterproductive plateau while doing my organisational theory. Even though I am sure of how to present my ideas in the essay,nontheless to find those concrete references to support my points had proven to be my weakest link thus far. I still have that phobia of palgarism for not able referencing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some reasons, I am putting up a little bit more nonsense here and there this week. Not to be mean, but sometimes I really wonder what's wrong with them. Scratch that,or it should be I really wonder what's wrong with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap. Seriously in bad mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SnXJ4P8-4zI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hWSqwTuCqGQ/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365416499273982770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SnXJ4P8-4zI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hWSqwTuCqGQ/s400/Signature.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-1997160701185295414?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1997160701185295414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/drop-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1997160701185295414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1997160701185295414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/drop-dead.html' title='Drop *Dead*'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SnXJ4P8-4zI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hWSqwTuCqGQ/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-6102063243258265941</id><published>2009-07-26T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:24:17.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Katong Laksa in Different Sociological Perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disclaimer: The example below is just for pure analogy purpose and does not constitute to any fact in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 major perspectives in Sociology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modernism Perspective&lt;/em&gt;: Stalls along Katong sell the best laksa in the entire Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Symbolic Interpretism Perspective&lt;/em&gt;: Stall A sells tastier Laksa than Stall B in Katong. And, Stall A got cockles in their laksa and Stall B got abalone in their laksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-modernism Perspective&lt;/em&gt;: Laksa along Katong isn't the best in Singapore. They are just "bluffing the rest" by creating untrue illusions among consumers' minds as they are richer to advertise their laksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 out of 10 might not understand what am I implying about. It may sound abstract to most but this is the way how sociology works. Even these perspectives originate from different era of generations and negatively correlated among each other. They are used concurrently to see things in a broader view, enabling users to understand better with these different voices interpreting the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Same applies to our daily lives, we shall not just see things from our perspective all the time. Maybe we will just miss out little details that compromise our judgement. It is just one word. Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmxqaQOqM2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/w5fPdY30U8Y/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362778255557014370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmxqaQOqM2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/w5fPdY30U8Y/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-6102063243258265941?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6102063243258265941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/katong-laksa-in-different-sociological.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/6102063243258265941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/6102063243258265941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/katong-laksa-in-different-sociological.html' title='Katong Laksa in Different Sociological Perspectives'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmxqaQOqM2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/w5fPdY30U8Y/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-5681340011709717405</id><published>2009-07-25T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:18:53.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Our Times Are Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;nowadays alot restaurant got student lunch meal btw 2-5 rite&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;today i walk past levis shop, they also do the same, 2-5 20% off...LOL wat kind of promo is this sia&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;want to take students segment&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot i saw wrongly&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;exp lar&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;20% no diff wan&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;150 x .8 = 119&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;how can student afford&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;you never know&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean normal wan lar&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;students nowadays are different from our times&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;last time we got pagers already so good liao&lt;br /&gt;Friend says:&lt;br /&gt;hoho&lt;br /&gt;Mark says:&lt;br /&gt;now students are taking iphones like digimons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmneiBB1rWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4kEyA3lmaw0/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362061507334352226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmneiBB1rWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4kEyA3lmaw0/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-5681340011709717405?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5681340011709717405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-times-are-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5681340011709717405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5681340011709717405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-times-are-different.html' title='Our Times Are Different'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmneiBB1rWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4kEyA3lmaw0/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-3691281852114889131</id><published>2009-07-20T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:55:49.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson learnt, "Never ever stay away for more than 24 hours. The sleep debt will accumulate in an alarming exponential."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still feel tired till now after forgoing sleep during the offshore trip. Physical performance is affected adversely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story is, I am getting old.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmSTe4Jjf6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/XyvHOFepdk4/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571615155552162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmSTe4Jjf6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/XyvHOFepdk4/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-3691281852114889131?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3691281852114889131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-learnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/3691281852114889131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/3691281852114889131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmSTe4Jjf6I/AAAAAAAAAXA/XyvHOFepdk4/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-7545345888325746034</id><published>2009-07-18T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:31:41.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Back From The Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been an utterly tiring trip out there. Coupled with uninviting strong waves and strong currents. Despite of those annoying hassles, it has been all and foremost the most exciting trip I ever been out in the sea in my budding fishing career. Full of laughter, sleepless moments, and ultimately remarkable thrills from all those bites and fights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The unexpected strong waves through out the trip had rendered 2 of our mates into seasick frenzy which made them vomitted several times throughout the night. I had our first catch of the trip after we reached our spot before sunset. It's a medium sized grouper that kicked start our angling session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the sun set, it marks the downtime for our fishing session. As the night sets in, we prepared on the orange lights by the sides of the boat and begin to "scoop" the squids up for our living baiting in the morning. Those inks and lurking movements just simply proven too tricky for a first-timer like me out there. Nevertheless, it has been a fun experience. I had only managed to close my eyes for an hour for the entire night, mainly because of the andrenaline which has been flowing in my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the first light dawned across the horizon, we started on our real fishing session for the trip. Exciting moment sets in in no time, I almost got the first catch of the day once again, at least I did feel that way until my lacking fishing experiences prompted me to lose it as it swam beneath the boat which cut off my fishing line. Shouts of disappointment expressed by my fellow mates, which made me feel no better at all. Certainly, that fish that I missed is surely weighing more than a Kilogram. The 2nd misses of the day comes in the mid morning which I thought it was my mate snagged my fishing line as my rod bends in an unusual pattern. But once again, I was proven wrongly, it was a big fish who pulled my line and I didn't strike it in time to land the fish. Nevertheless, I ended up as the one to catch the most fishes for the day with 4 fishes in my bag. But ultimately, it was two mate also mentors of mine caught the best fishes for the trip. One 1.5kg barrcudas, and 1.5kg grouper which proven to have the quality over the quantity I had caught throughout the day. They won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But that doesn't end our day. In a sudden fashion, one rod bent in forciful which I thought it is breaking apart in no time. Screeching line, bending rod action. Everyone onboard turned our attention and swift action took place with one of our mate who was holding the rod shouting for help as the rod just won't budge once. He was hold by the waist by another angler just in case he falls into the sea. The fish was swimming in great force downward into the abyss of the deep sea. As our veteran angler took over to strike, it had deemed too late for us to salvage anything out of this unforeseen phenomena. Our 6/0 hook was straightened. It was thought that the fish that we just missed was weighing no less than 15kg. A monstrous grouper to be suspected. How I wish I was the one who was fighting that monster. It would no doubt a test of my strength and power to land that monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, our trip has to end prematurely as the waves proven too strong for us to stay onboard safely. As our captain commands us to tear down all the rods and prepare to move off, another dramatic moment arrives in no time. Our anchor that was set overnight was stuck. Roller that meant to pull the anchor up was spoiled and no doubt it has to be pulled by hands. As two of my mates were in no condition to go upfront to pull due to their seasickness. I was tasked to do so along with another veteran. I wasn't brave enough for that. I have to admit, I was scared back then. Scene of dropping into the sea flashes in my mind. I had recalled how I almost got drowned in the sea few years back, and I wouldn't be here if my friend didn't save me back to the shore back then. However, as circumstances doesn't allow me to back off as the situation would be worsen as more time is wasted. So, I went up. In a wobbling way. I gathered all my guts and went forth irregardless of those strong waves which were making the boat swaying sideways that vigorously. We pulled the anchor with all our might and strength. Ducking the strong waves and making sure that we were supporting ourselves well to withhold those impacts. Finally, we managed to pull it off. While walking back onboard, I almost slipped as my slippers were got wet from those harsh punishments by the waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I was a little braver, it will be splendid. Maybe I will just have to do more of these to get used to it. So much excitement out there. Certainly, this won't be the last time I will be going all the way out to the deep sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsNLbWG6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GsMxXKJppCQ/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359684005209185186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsNLbWG6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GsMxXKJppCQ/s400/DSC00800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsMyLyuiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vjN8o-YEHAM/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359683998433065506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsMyLyuiI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vjN8o-YEHAM/s400/DSC00807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsMsSZU-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/oArD6lLBY1c/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359683996850148322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsMsSZU-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/oArD6lLBY1c/s400/DSC00809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsMPEheSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Qwi_4y_06AU/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359683989007333666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsMPEheSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Qwi_4y_06AU/s400/DSC00812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsL1i2JhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Gor3xi0nLXA/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359683982155195922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsL1i2JhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Gor3xi0nLXA/s400/DSC00815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-7545345888325746034?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7545345888325746034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7545345888325746034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7545345888325746034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-sea.html' title='Back From The Sea'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SmFsNLbWG6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/GsMxXKJppCQ/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-3000753158965579922</id><published>2009-07-13T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:18:00.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Totalled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After one week of premature relaxation, things are starting to pick up. All in all, are just back to back trainings, researches and upcoming offshore fishing trip. Totally totalled. I am feeling really tired even today is just start of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never go back on your own words. Once said, actions must follow up. Running has changed ever since runner's knee aliment haunted me time to time. I wouldn't dare to run as fast and as much as I want to. I will slow down whenever I feel tickling pain inside my left knee, I will stop whenever I feel screeching friction in between my calf and knee and I wouldn't dare to push my threshold as much as before. Fear is overcoming me. However, I have no intention to put an end. Therefore, I am trying out in our varsity's track n' field club. Although it is kind of belated, but I believe this may be the avenue for me to rediscover my previous form through friendly competition and systematic trainings with liked-minded. Hopefully things may work well. Will update soon after I went through a few sessions with the club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fishing rigs. They had been nightmares for the past few days. I was practically screaming while trying to pull those knots tight and in perfect form. I tried my best and though, some of them still not perfect but ultimately usable. Mates on the boat will just scream at me if any of those "half-f****d" fishing rigs make me lose big fishes. I already missed two last session,thus aiming to reduce to zero misses this time round. Missing fishes do not feel great. This wednesday. I am looking forward for it. Time for some bigger game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Investment report seems to be much more challenging than expected. Have to analyse and come out with own Beta coefficient using linear regression analysis, discount rates of assigned company using inputs that are collated through our own research and analysis. No mention about the forecast of affecting industries, aggregate economy of state, and 6 models of valuation with elaboration and variation of assumptions. There will be room for complacency this time. After this upcoming fishing trip, I believed I will just coped myself up during most of the weekdays just to research and do my reports. Who says my university course is easy? Scratch that, who says it's easy to get high grades in the university. I bet you have eat my socks if you come and taste them yourself. Intimidating but I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SltgOPd0_rI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_7TIz1n5HZg/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357981979473411762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SltgOPd0_rI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_7TIz1n5HZg/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-3000753158965579922?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3000753158965579922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/totalled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/3000753158965579922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/3000753158965579922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/totalled.html' title='Totalled'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SltgOPd0_rI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_7TIz1n5HZg/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-8075336562412014585</id><published>2009-07-09T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:38:54.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Another Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My woman must be a cat lover, plain-looking and must willing to go fishing with me. That's the minimum i am asking for apart from good character-wise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlX_4bnDN4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/80NNsE8tPNY/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356468676776376194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlX_4bnDN4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/80NNsE8tPNY/s400/Signature.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-8075336562412014585?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8075336562412014585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-another-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/8075336562412014585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/8075336562412014585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-another-half.html' title='My Another Half'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlX_4bnDN4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/80NNsE8tPNY/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-2927753919158562709</id><published>2009-07-09T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:05:26.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just managed to finish up that korea show, "Be It Love or Hate" with dad in his room. Two big men cursing and laughing over a korean soap drama with our mum shaking her head in disbelief to see both her husband and son for being so engrossed watching dvds. Seems that chatting in car journeys and watching dramas have been the only activities that I share with dad during our daily lives. Suddenly, I feel quite guilty for not being able to spend more time with them. I shall try to shelf out more time as the workload gets lighter after the next few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's one thing I don't like about whenever I finishes a drama. Everything will duly comes to an end. With the feeling of familiarity and comfort being taken away as it approaches the ending, sometimes you just feel pity and sad for its happening. Be it watching drama's ending or any events in real life. Perhaps it's just part and parcel of life. We'll just have to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterall, we are human whom made up of sentimental emotions and feelings. Surely, there're times when we feeling down and blues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I had tasted defeat. My life has been full of defeats up to this date. I had been put into test physically and mentally. With self-expectations to do well this time round, and yet expectation differs with outcome once more. Like one phrase that I came across lately, "You shall thank the opponent who defeats you, as one will learn more from losing rather than winning.". Next time, I will come out stronger and challenge again. I will not give up. Never will. I have faith in myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chin up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlTTwupL_VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3pDEOiz09l0/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356138690958327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlTTwupL_VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3pDEOiz09l0/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"21 Guns" by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNjiqygkBDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gNjiqygkBDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-2927753919158562709?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2927753919158562709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/deep-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/2927753919158562709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/2927753919158562709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlTTwupL_VI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3pDEOiz09l0/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-7916622900703465353</id><published>2009-07-07T23:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:29:09.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Get Up !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a while since I last blogged. Things have been going according to what I expected. Pace of lifestyle has quickened, and piles after piles of work starts to accumulate. Life in school so far has been fulfilling, glad to be around with the mates again and get in touch with new people in the campus. Been undergoing lucky streak recently. Alot of good things keep happening around me. Life isn't that bad at all. Slowly, I am reaching the highest point of my low self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the whole of last week, I had attended our Investment course lectures. Wacky yet humorous lecturer we have there, but I believe there will be alot of self-revisions need to be done as the load of what is needed in this course appears to be overwhelming. Perhaps, it is one of the areas where I wish to crave my career in the future, unknown pressure to do well falls upon me. I got to give 101% of what I have. I don't wish to disappoint myself this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, life isn't all about work. I just love this spontaneous spirit in my fishing mates. We went for last minute offshore trip last friday. In order to recoup from the disappointment of not landing any fishes last session, this time round, I have been lucky enough to land 3 fishes which includes "Sweet Lips", Sea bass, and indian grouper during the session on last friday. However, that came with a price. Sun-burned shoulders. When everyone took turns to hide under the shade in the boat, I was standing under the sun fishing throughout the whole session. I love to win in any occasions, but I am not afraid to lose. However, I will keep trying till I win one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A fufiling trip. I hardly contain that excitment within myself as I will be going 30m water to challenge bigger fishes in the coming week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the rest of this week, things will be going in a slower pace due to cancellation of lessons pertaining to the H1N1 outbreak. I have planned to read up on the IPO prospectus of the listed company for this investment module and tying those painful fishing rigs for the coming week. Life is getting busier. Despite of that, I still love my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy week ahead for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlNxzxw4kAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AfWEA4bT9hc/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355749516219289602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlNxzxw4kAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AfWEA4bT9hc/s400/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-7916622900703465353?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7916622900703465353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7916622900703465353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/7916622900703465353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-up.html' title='Get Up !'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SlNxzxw4kAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AfWEA4bT9hc/s72-c/DSC00795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-621495512887819191</id><published>2009-07-02T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:05:22.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First day of the 4th Semester. All started well, I felt good about it and raving to strive for better grades this time round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although it's just starting of the semester, but I can foresee that in the near future that I will be doing alot of projects and reports just give me shivers yet also excitements that can't be described. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today seems to be a lucky day too. Just as I sat down in the lecture room, there's a girl approached me. A plain-looking and studious looking girl came forth and started a conversation with me. Never did I had been approached by any opposite sex in the class before. Honest to myself, I ain't any good looking chap nor rich brat thus I had never been approached by this kind of girl before. Kind of feeling good. Though never talk much and said goodbye, but I think I may just be polite enough to greet her from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things start to pick up, trainings are getting tougher, reports are piling up in a slient yet deadly tone and there are so much things I wish to pick up along the way. Busy but somehow, I feel much alive and hyped. Hopefully, I will be able to juggle as time goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers. I will work hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkuW7qfsBMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tPwLDsA7jpI/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353538533823612098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkuW7qfsBMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tPwLDsA7jpI/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-621495512887819191?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/621495512887819191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/621495512887819191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/621495512887819191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkuW7qfsBMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/tPwLDsA7jpI/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-5808230035907548247</id><published>2009-06-29T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:28:21.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Times'/><title type='text'>Vin Chaud (Boiled Wine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Started drizziling since late afternoon. A nice weather to make Vin Chaud to keep myself warm under this cold weather with mild breeze blowing against my face by the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came across this drink in one of the wine shows I am currently catching. Vin Chaud, boiled wine that is cook under low heat for 10-15 minutes. While cooking, add slices of orange and teaspoon of honey relative to the amount of wine added in the pot. Serve it warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Definitely, it tastes nothing close to the raw wine we are drinking in the bistro or wine bar. With oranges and honey blended into the wine, it tastes like a glass of wine with citrus of sweetness flowing down your cold stomach. Splendid. This will be one alternative to hot chocolate in this kind of cold weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkjdAFL5G9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/tQ0QSpNwr-M/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352771150591630290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkjdAFL5G9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/tQ0QSpNwr-M/s400/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Skjc__Na0GI/AAAAAAAAAVY/G-8hWxT2pVs/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352771148987420770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Skjc__Na0GI/AAAAAAAAAVY/G-8hWxT2pVs/s400/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-5808230035907548247?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5808230035907548247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/vin-chaud-boiled-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5808230035907548247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5808230035907548247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/vin-chaud-boiled-wine.html' title='Vin Chaud (Boiled Wine)'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkjdAFL5G9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/tQ0QSpNwr-M/s72-c/DSC00785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-1552865816698314593</id><published>2009-06-28T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:30:15.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Cut Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no more medium long hair for me. I cut it short. Having to sport long hair for the past 1 year, it's about time to change a little bit. I cut it short. Way shorter than I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since engaging in the exercise regime imposed by myself, having long fringe had given me alot of problems and discomfort whenever I perspired. I had looked even more tired than I supposed to be and all thanks to the El Nino phenomenon, the weather is way too hot for me to maintain my long and thick hairstyle. So I cut it short. For good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more days left before school reopens. Everything has been prepared for the commencing of my semester 4. School fees, textbooks, lecture notes and my revised schedules. Things going to be a little packed up for me to go through for the coming few months. It's a trial that I have to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this wonderful drink in one of the shows I am watching currently. Vin Chaud (Boiled Wine). Just nice for me to try on since I am clearing my mini collection of wine at the back of my wardrobe. Hopefully it will taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long weekend ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Skb_zTpkI5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CZ3xH3J-5A4/s1600-h/DSC00782.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352246464089432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Skb_zTpkI5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CZ3xH3J-5A4/s400/DSC00782.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-1552865816698314593?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1552865816698314593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cut-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1552865816698314593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1552865816698314593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cut-short.html' title='Cut Short'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Skb_zTpkI5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CZ3xH3J-5A4/s72-c/DSC00782.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-570997814980547526</id><published>2009-06-26T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:06:33.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I had accompanyed Steve to Lower Seletar Reservoir park to take photos. With his Nikon D40 in his hands, there's nothing I can compare as I took out my handphone camera to take photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way, we went to Ishi Mura to had our lunch and took some time to grab our jeans from the Levi's Strauss signature shop as they are having 30% sales on selected jeans. Sad to say, until today, I have only one jeans in my closet as I de-commissioned several of them last month. Great coup as it costs only 40+ bucks. Cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are some photos that I took this afternoon. Just a brief explaination. To my own preferences, I prefer to take photos at a lower angle to capture images that are not commonly seen by our eye level. And, I love to take black and white photos in certain angles to bring out a different perspective in seeing a subject that is commonly found in our daily lives. Nevertheless, I am just an amateur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtl5RBj3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/nC1rwNZPLBA/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351311648785272690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtl5RBj3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/nC1rwNZPLBA/s400/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlu15ARI/AAAAAAAAAVA/q-8dOORzpSo/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351311645987111186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlu15ARI/AAAAAAAAAVA/q-8dOORzpSo/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlq-p8kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7I0EmDTI9Qw/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351311644950131266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlq-p8kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7I0EmDTI9Qw/s400/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlQhUx6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BleloFOkM88/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351311637847787426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlQhUx6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/BleloFOkM88/s400/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlE4x-zI/AAAAAAAAAUo/usP1fup5RdM/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351311634724944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtlE4x-zI/AAAAAAAAAUo/usP1fup5RdM/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-570997814980547526?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/570997814980547526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/570997814980547526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/570997814980547526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkOtl5RBj3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/nC1rwNZPLBA/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-5441631587892752374</id><published>2009-06-24T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:05:15.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Boy vs Wild?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31501212/ns/us_news-wonderful_world/"&gt; 9 years old boy &lt;/a&gt;estranged from his family in the forest during their forest hiking session last weekend. Never did the boy shown any sign of panicking, this brave little boy used the survival techniques demostrated in Discovery channel's program, &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/manvswild/manvswild.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man vs Wild&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to leave trails behind for the searchers to trace him down and built a make-shift shelter under a fallen tree overnight. When the boy met his dad after being rescued by the search party, what he said deserved a salute and bring shame to some people out there. He didn't said anything close to "Daddy, I am scared.". Instead, he told his father this, "Happy Father's Day". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarkable. A cool man in making. Sometimes adults should learn from kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Bear Grylls's Man vs Wild is one of my all time favourite show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkHM9CV3GjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/g8uBqwbLyo4/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350783181265508914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkHM9CV3GjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/g8uBqwbLyo4/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-5441631587892752374?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5441631587892752374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-vs-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5441631587892752374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5441631587892752374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-vs-wild.html' title='Boy vs Wild?'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SkHM9CV3GjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/g8uBqwbLyo4/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-254194152859297224</id><published>2009-06-20T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:35:25.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Commencing The Rat Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had kicked start the 2nd half of the year schedule ahead. Firstly, I went on to book all the driving lessons in block style throughout the next 3 months, and had started attending some of them this week. Relatively familiar and easy as I had once acquired my military licence 2 years ago, nevertheless I still can't shake off that irking feeling of facing some of those instructors after what I went through back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Training wise, I am doing well although there is still room for improvements. I had finally got back the pace that I used to run before I got caught up by studies and commitmenst 6 months ago. Gratifying. I wish to bid goodbye to those weak days once and for all. I must learn how to keep up my fitness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It will be a continuous task bashing months ahead for me to overcome. Driving, training, studies, business,family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some recent photos of me and my beloved black/white cats duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAOTVnsRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KRGyeXbZ480/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349291440606785810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAOTVnsRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KRGyeXbZ480/s400/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAONDUCcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oTdWBmDOS78/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349291438919387586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAONDUCcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/oTdWBmDOS78/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAN15_YNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fmc_TyStop8/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349291432706269394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAN15_YNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fmc_TyStop8/s400/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyANlLONkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mTYK8f9Kbb8/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349291428215141954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyANlLONkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mTYK8f9Kbb8/s400/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-254194152859297224?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/254194152859297224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/commencing-rat-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/254194152859297224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/254194152859297224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/commencing-rat-race.html' title='Commencing The Rat Race'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/SjyAOTVnsRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KRGyeXbZ480/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-5216437126040653935</id><published>2009-06-18T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:24:54.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Step by Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had been settling and running around clearing all my overdue errands ever since the end of my part-time assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sent my LG R-405 laptop back to service centre *Done*&lt;br /&gt;2. Sent my Sony Ericsson K770i back to service centre *Done*&lt;br /&gt;3. Transfer a lumpsum of school fees into my driving account *Done*&lt;br /&gt;4. Embarked progressive intense training regime to get back fitness. ~Never easy. Tiring.~*In Process*&lt;br /&gt;5. Brought forward the some agendas of the stipulated schedule into June *Done*&lt;br /&gt;6. Paying of bills. *Done, in a painful way*&lt;br /&gt;7. To test my new fishing rods. *Done, but no catch for the day*&lt;br /&gt;8. Doing product research for my next project *In Process*&lt;br /&gt;9. Sniffing for business opportunities. *In Process*&lt;br /&gt;10. Preparing for my next semester modules. *Planning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more errands waiting for me to run in the coming weeks. Hopefully, things may lighten up as the time goes on. Seriously, I took effort and pain to bring forward all the important agendas in the latter part of the year, planning it well to make sure everything will be done step by step. As I know myself that I ain't any superman who can multitask and live without any "exclusive me" quality free time for myself. No pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met Ben Tan coincidentally while waiting for my bus to my training. He told me that he had broke the bond with the uniform organisation which I feel widely happy for him. He is someone who doesn't suit that kind of regimental career in the first place. He is made to achieve better things such as monetary achievements since he equipped all those qualities to be a shrewd businessman since I knew him back in the past. I feel glad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired after that interval running training back in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Sjkm2E-RpyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/x8aQNJqe9yU/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348348742968911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Sjkm2E-RpyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/x8aQNJqe9yU/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-5216437126040653935?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5216437126040653935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/step-by-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5216437126040653935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/5216437126040653935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/step-by-step.html' title='Step by Step'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Sjkm2E-RpyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/x8aQNJqe9yU/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8339989670970344653.post-1805345176344478607</id><published>2009-06-10T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:09:14.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Times'/><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a summarised update of what I had been up to lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Such a relief that I had finally fufilled my job commitment after two weeks of "gruesome" retail experiences. It will be ungrate of me to say that he had wasted his time over there for the past two weeks working in one of the biggest departmental stores in the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although it was such a short-duration holiday assignment, but it has certainly given me new insights over the retailing industry and management thoughts. Like those old men say, never make judgements over appearances and looks can be deceiving. It had proven to be one of the toughest jobs I had done so far up to this day. Few hundred dollars earned and a bagful of experiences and insights that will put me in good stead in years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enriching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I am ironing out my schedule for the later half of 2009 based on the rough draft of my semestral timetable and commitments such as driving lessons and trainings. All I can say is that, I deserve a kick in the arse. I shouldn't have procrastinate this much and now I have to bear the consequences of my own doings. Hopefully, I will get through it unscathed in these coming 3 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have decided to take on several familiar yet challenging fields in the later half of the year. Mainly, I will try to recall and recover most of my guitar skills that I had deserted for almost 8 years, taking up driving lessons and aim to pass it at the end of the year and lastly, bringing back my fitness back to my peak level after slacking off for almost one whole year. I will lose those excessive flab and strive to achieve more this time round. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can do it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Si6SINgHQLI/AAAAAAAAATw/4dBfzIJGZaA/s1600-h/Signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345370477496320178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Si6SINgHQLI/AAAAAAAAATw/4dBfzIJGZaA/s400/Signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8339989670970344653-1805345176344478607?l=thekimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1805345176344478607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1805345176344478607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8339989670970344653/posts/default/1805345176344478607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-while.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Mr K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16858249999915865302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1quwtuHyHwA/Si6SINgHQLI/AAAAAAAAATw/4dBfzIJGZaA/s72-c/Signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
